It can be seen that the seemingly simple and ancient bronze sword was heard, and the sound of the broken and empty sword rose into the sky.

It can be seen that the unknown mysterious remains of wood transformed into towering ancient trees, trying to weave the sky.

All kinds of domain treasures exploded.

The human race is no exception.

The numerous suns of dawn flew to the sky with dazzling light.

Start a death battle!

From a distance, countless monks, endless formations, and a large number of domain treasures gathered into a torrent and rushed to the holy land above the sky!

But at this moment, a hoarse voice came from the holy land above the sky.

"Yiyanzi."

As the sound appeared, a figure walked out of these numerous holy places.

It is the holy quasi-immortal who blessed Jian Feng before!

He is not a human race, but a rock race, with a body as high as a mountain. At this moment, he crossed nothingness and appeared under the sky, and appeared in front of all holy places.

Standing in the void, he looked at the earth calmly and raised his hand of the rock.

Press down!

The moment his palm fell, a peak cultivation level of quasi-immortality exploded on him, causing the world to change its color and the wind and clouds to rewind.

For Wang Gu, the terrifying pressure suddenly came.

Under this pressure, even the empress was trembling all over and her body was a little unstable.

He is like this, let alone other monks.

Even the gods from all sides noticed this scene in their respective places and were solemn.

The peak of quasi-immortality is the same as the peak of the Divine Platform.

For the current Wanggu tribes, they cannot resist!

So when this palm fell, all the domain treasures lost their function and turned into rocks that could be seen with the naked eye.

The light of the formation on the earth was directly covered, and then... was destroyed.

The cultivators from various ethnic groups were in an instant and their cultivation was in turmoil and they had no power to fight back.

Having a constitution is a crushing level, and even this person can only realize this.

But cooperating with his own cultivation, it is already a legend of Wanggu.

The same is true for the history of illness in the holy land quasi-immortals.

The only peak of quasi-immortality.

So his actions were enough to make the despair of all races drown their minds.

"Fragile."

In the air, Yi Yanzi shook his head.

At this moment, a wind blew, and the sigh of the sword-holding emperor seemed to be heard from the wind.

What I sighed was the weakness of Wang Gu.

What I sighed is helplessness with fate.

What I sighed was the feeling of powerlessness that arose in my heart before my death.

To the ancient times, the holy land... is irresistible!—
Chapter completed!